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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Drip Drip [Any]
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    MoonFeather did not need to ruminate like the elk that moved around her some cows galloped a few yards down. Her ears flicked a bit more as others around her shifted with an unease. The herd seemed to pause a moment but, that could have just been something of a trick of time. The mare herd first the stomping of a couple cows and then a call. Moon stuck her own nose into the air and scented what was making the herd shift and pause, then shift again and cows called to calves that were from last year to them. A language that all pray knew spoke through them all and Moon flicked her ears a bit more and swung her tail with annoyance. Her ears pinned a couple times and she arched her neck and stomped her own large hoof to the ground.

    She thought the scent of a predator came to her nostrils but something else came to her. It was an equine scent and as she was bumped into by another cow she turned her head and nipped at the offending elk. Moon could not fault them for being on edge and ready to stampede with something that smelled so much like a wolf in their midst. The mare stomped once more and the elk gave the horse space the crunch of a leaf came to her ears. Moon swung her ears first and then the rest of her followed the sound and her green eyes scanned around for the source of the sound.

    The elk closest to her had not missed that noise as well and a bark went up from one of the cows, then another, and then another. The herd barked and then the thunder started. All it takes is one nervous creature to start a stampede and that is indeed what had started the herd running. Moon snorted as the bodies of brown ran past and around her. She stood her ground planting her feet as they swept past her; her ears and eyes focused. The marked mare could hear nothing over the thundering of the herd but she could try to scan with her eyes for what might have set them off.
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    Drip Drip [Any] - by MoonFeather - 01-01-2018, 06:46 PM
    RE: Drip Drip [Any] - by Cyrus - 01-01-2018, 07:16 PM
    RE: Drip Drip [Any] - by MoonFeather - 01-01-2018, 09:37 PM
    RE: Drip Drip [Any] - by Cyrus - 01-01-2018, 10:07 PM
    RE: Drip Drip [Any] - by MoonFeather - 01-01-2018, 11:21 PM
    RE: Drip Drip [Any] - by Cyrus - 01-06-2018, 10:56 AM



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